Doncha love it when the day starts out just right?
On my way to work this morning, I found myself behind a car with the above emblem on its trunk. I actually didn’t notice it right away, because I was too busy tying to avoid the accident the driver almost caused when she cut out of her lane and into mine, forcing me to slam on my brakes. She didn’t even look. She must have just whispered a prayer, and hoped for the best. Her car was full, I was a little preoccupied trying to slow down my heartbeat, so, as I was muttering indecent epithets over my breath, I took more notice of the crowded car and the rosary beads dangling from the mirror, than I did of the trunk.
I proceeded to follow her (it was a woman, or more precisely, a car full of women) up the road. I had no choice. She was traveling in my direction. I was heading to Starbucks for my morning eye-opener, and to my chagrin, she turned into the same parking lot. I prayed under my breath to Cthulhu that she wasn’t going to Starbucks, because if she beat me in the door, I’d be behind her in line, and I tend to think of the place a bit too possessively, as if it was MY Starbucks. They all know me there, and when I walk in, my coffee is usually in the process of being prepared, before I get to the counter and order it. I hate to stand in line. In and out is my motto, and it’s a good one to live by. It’s served me well in most areas of my life.
Anyway, Cthulhu was apparently preoccupied at the moment, and they indeed got there first, and it turned out to be a multi-generational family of women. Grandma, Ma, Sis and the kids. All asking a flurry of questions, changing their minds, adding to the order, subtracting from the order, digging into purses, and generally taking about an hour to get their drinks. Being the patient man that I am, I quietly seethed behind them, while eying the lone blueberry scone in the display case, and swearing to myself that if they ordered that last scone, there was going to be blood on the floor that morning, by gawd. I could envision the news choppers for Channel 27 circling the shopping center, the TV crawl reading “Crazed atheist takes out family of 5 at Starbucks. Details at noon”.
Fortunately, their lives were spared.
It wasn’t until they were settled into their breakfast at a table, and I had received my order and left, that I noticed the emblem on the back of their car. I had already prejudged them as mindless, narcissistic, assholes that had obtained their driver’s license from Sears, Roebuck, totally oblivious to life around their small circle of experience, but once I saw the emblem, my completely irrational prejudgment was confirmed for the intuitive rectitude I tend to pride myself in. These people (or at least the adults) actually thought Darwin was wrong, and that their “Truth” trumped the science of evolution.
Or maybe they didn’t. Perhaps it was a borrowed car.
No, I prefer to think I was right the first time. Anyone that drives without any empathy for other drivers on the road, and hangs rosary beads on their mirror, for crissake!, and propagates like the Easter Bunny, most likely believes that man walked with dinosaurs approximately 6000 years ago. That sort of sensibility goes hand in hand. That emblem was purchased from Answers in Genesis, and we all know what kind of stupidity emanates from that organization.
Does the Creation Museum ring a bell? I can see their car in the museum parking lot. It’s probably where they purchased the car emblem, because I doubt that someone so opposed to science would have a good handle on how to use the internet, unless they asked cousin Jasper to order it for them.
What gets me is the ignorant sentiment, that their religious truth trumps science. Science deals with fact, while their religious beliefs deal with…delusions. What they want to believe is generally what they do believe, and facts be damned. Science, though, is reliable. You can dislike the results of science because they contradict your predisposition to feel comfortable with religious self-delusions, but you cannot argue away those results with faith (as that emblem does). That can only be done with different and more supportable scientific results.
As I eased out of the parking lot and headed to work, I took solace in the fact that that blueberry scone was one of the best scones I’ve ever had. The coffee was great too.
It’s the little pleasures in life I seem to enjoy the most.